Pink Tutus And Blue Cheese- Friday Flash

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PINK TUTUS AND BLUE CHEESE

By Melissa L. Webb

I first heard God speak to me yesterday. It wasn’t a “Greetings from the Exalted One!” type message, more like a “Hey, how’s it going?” I have to tell you, I was quite shocked. Here I was in my skivvies, getting a bowl of fruity flakes, when a voiced filled the room and said, “You’re overflowing the milk, Gary.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Not to mention my hard-earned fruity flakes went all over the floor. Which is a bummer, cause I really like them. They’re like nectar of the breakfast gods or something.

I scurried for the paper towels, throwing them down on the rainbow-colored milk. I leaned over, ready to soak up as much of the liquid as I could, when the voice spoke again. It told me, “You can do that later, Gary. I need to talk to you.”

Why God needed to talk to me was puzzling. Why would I be important enough to talk to? I was just your average slacker. I didn’t do much in this world, good or bad. It wasn’t as if I should have caught his attention for any reason.

However, when God comes a calling, you don’t say no. So I sat down and heard what he had to tell me.

He rambled on and on about the weather, his distain for retail stores, and his love for pink tutus and blue cheese. God really seems to love blue cheese. He puts it on everything. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that’s what clouds in heaven are made from.

I listened patiently as he talked away the day. I didn’t mind. It wasn’t as if I had anything else to do. I think the guy’s lonely. Floating around all day, watching everything but interacting with nothing, will do that to you.

So as the sunlight was just fading from the house, God wrapped up telling me about the doctor who decided to treat only squirrels before asking a favor from me. I would have thought listening to him all day would have been the favor, but as I said before, you don’t tell God no.

I told him whatever he needed, I would see to it. It would give me something to do and if it was God’s work, all the better.

He then told me about his dislike of white shoelaces. How he couldn’t stand them. He said it had something to do with an experience when both the world and he were young, but that’s all he would say. I think even God has things he would rather forget.

But white shoelaces and those who were associated with them had to go. He didn’t care how I did it, just as long as I rid the world of them. So that’s how I started this quest. I must make this world a better place for God. He has given me purpose. No longer will I waste the life I’ve been given. I will serve him.

My God of the pink tutus and blue cheese.

I will cleanse the world of those who wear white shoelaces. I will destroy them, because God told me to. This is my purpose. This is my calling.

Now I must ask: what color are your shoelaces?

© 2011 Melissa L. Webb

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11 thoughts on “Pink Tutus And Blue Cheese- Friday Flash

  1. Well, I for one think you have taken on a just and noble cause.
    I’m changing all my shoelaces for black ones tomorrow, just give me a few hours will ya? please? I’m convertin’, honestly. 😀

  2. Wow Melissa, I went from cracking up at God talking about the weather to literally shivering at that last parapgraph. What makes this so scary is how real it is for too many people. Fantasitc work!

  3. Ok, first of all, the piece was funny, but as it went along, the character started to creep me out as if he really was a fanatic. A very interesting way to look at that type of thinking. It shows the absurdity of it all. Nice work!

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  5. Thankfully my shoelaces are black, so I’m safe. Interesting story that started out funny and then turned creepy. Love it.

  6. This is so creepy. It went from a lighthearted read, to being quite terrifying. I can really see people being crazy enough to act like this, which makes it even scarier! Thankfully I don’t own any white shoelaces.

  7. Well, mine were white once, but they’re kinda gray-ish these days.

    I love the slacker’s voice in this.

    “… Here I was in my skivvies, getting a bowl of fruity flakes, when a voiced filled the room and said, “You’re overflowing the milk, Gary.”

    I nearly jumped out of my skin. Not to mention my hard-earned fruity flakes went all over the floor. Which is a bummer, cause I really like them. They’re like nectar of the breakfast gods or something…”

    That whole section needs to be bronzed and preserved. It’s just wonderful.

    Really funny. Worryingly, many “missions from God” may have begun this way.

    Well done.

  8. In retrospect, I should have guessed he was a froot loop (geddit?) when he waxes lyrical about his cereal. No-one should have that kind of relationship with breakfast cereal into adulthood. But truely frightening and sinister at the end. These people are out there for real. Poor things.

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